Текст песни Lincoln Park Inn

My name's in the paper where I took the boy scouts to hike

My hands are all dirty from working on my little boy's bike

The preacher came by and I talked for a minute with him

My wife's in the kitchen and Margie's at the Lincoln Park Inn

And I know why she's there I've been there before

But I made a promise that I wouldn't cheat anymore

I tried to ignore it but I know she's in there my friend

My mind's on a number and Margie's at the Lincoln Park Inn

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They expect answers to all of the questions they ask

What would they say if I spoke on a modern day sin

And all of the Margies at all of the Lincoln Park Inns

The bike is all fixed and my little boy is in bed asleep

His little old puppy is curled in a ball at my feet

My wife's baking cookies to feed to the Bridge Club again

I'm almost out of cigarettes and Margie's at the Lincoln Park Inn

(And I know why she's there)